May 20, 2015
The Writer’s Voice
Brenda Drake’s Blog
Dear Potential Mentor(s)/Agent(s),
Quentin Darrows is a seventeen-year-old, high school senior who’s popular in school, an over-achieving Wünderkid, and a Cupid in training. There’s nothing that brings him more joy than creating a new love. It gives him life and purpose. There is one thing that trumps Cupid for Quent, and that’s his best friend, Lexington Carter. Lex is a major player among the females of Romulus High—Go Wolves!—but he is also Quentin’s boyfriend and possible destined love that all Cupid are said to have.
Life couldn’t get any better for Quent and Lex. They had a great, enlightening weekend at Lex’s lake house. They came out as a couple to both of their families. And they have plans for the biggest announcement of all. Monday morning they’ll kiss on the Quad—Romulus’ answer to the Roman Coliseum—officially announcing their love for each other in front of everyone at school. Monday comes, but Lex doesn’t pick Quent up for school as planned. When Quent finally finds him, Lex is either very hateful or just flat-out ignoring Quent. What happened in that twelve short hours after they parted Sunday night? To confuse Quent more, the new girl, Psyche Xenakis, is on his radar. He suddenly has this insatiable need to kiss her and be near her every moment of the day. Quent knows at his very core he’s gay, so how is Psyche becoming the love of Quent’s life so fast when he’s not even close to being over Lex? Why is Quent’s world suddenly so upside down? Will he ever get Lex back and feel like himself again?
I am currently seeking representation for my YA novel Love, Darrows, told from the perspective of Quentin Darrows. This story is a contemporary YA that mixes Roman and Greek mythologies in a modern day twist on the classic Cupid tales. It is LGBTQ and diversity friendly. It is complete at 89,927 words. There is a second book to this duet written in first draft. The Love, Darrows manuscript is available, in full or in part, upon request.
Thank you for your time and consideration of Love, Darrows. As requested, I have copied and pasted the first two hundred and fifty words of Love, Darrows below. (To finish out the last sentence puts it at 258 words.)
The morning scramble. Less delicious than it sounds. It consists of running around, last minute, trying to not forget anything. Clothes, preppy and colorful. Teeth brushed, breath minty. Hair, every strand in place. Books. Shove books into backpack. Backpack on shoulder. Stairs. Overbearing mother.
“Quent, take a moment and eat something.”
“Sorry, Vee. No time. Lex will be here any minute.” The backpack takes a chair as I shove my arms into my jacket.
Overbearing mother sticks a banana in one hand as it emerges. She sticks a small glass of almond milk in the other hand as I shrug the jacket onto my shoulders. “Eat!”
There’s never any arguing with the self-proclaimed goddess of our household. The almond milk slides down my throat in a gulp. The banana is peeled and takes about three bites and a hamster cheek to fully consume. The peel hits the counter and I go for my backpack.
Saved by the blaring horn. A blissful poetic justice.
“Bye, Vee.” I book it to the front door, overbearing mother not too far behind me.
“Can’t you call me mom just once?”
I turn at the door and give Vee a quick kiss on the cheek. “You told me you were too young to ever be referred to as ‘Mom’.” I step into the cool humid air of a late, sunny September morning. Lex’s car is sitting at the curb. The windows are too darkly tinted to see anyone, though.
“That was in public. You are free to call me mom at home.”